How could a normal human possibly bleed blue liquid?!
The crowd gasped in shock, exclaiming: "A human-like puppet? Elder Di's wife is actually a puppet?!"
Di Lianggong paid no mind to the astonishment of others, his eyes filled with anger and heartache as he looked at his wife: "Fangru! How could they do this to my Fangru!"
Huo Fangru feebly extended a weak arm towards Di Lianggong, her gaze sorrowful, softly murmuring: "Husband..."
Di Lianggong could no longer bear it, his temple veins pulsed fiercely, trembling with anger.
He roared furiously, his eyes blood-red, as spiritual power surged violently from his body.
In an instant, an orange-red light condensed between his palms, quickly forming a longsword; in his wrath, his movement technique was fully utilized.
His speed left only a fleeting shadow in the air, even the surrounding elders could not react in time to stop him as he charged towards the grand hall.
The sword tip aimed sharply at the center of Fang Geyu's brow.
